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strangefable · 11 months

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oc tag game

thank you for tagging me, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @marivenah, @clonesupport, & @voidika <3 <3 <3

passing no-pressure tags onto: @confidentandgood, @v0idbuggy, @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @unholymilf, @henbased, @direwombat, @trench-rot, @detectivelokis, @ivymarquis, @schoute, @dumbassdep, @legally-a-bastard, @wrathfulrook, @incognito-insomniac, @roofgeese, @theelderhazelnut, @poisonedtruth, @fourlittleseedlings, @inafieldofdaisies, @cassietrn, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @harmonyowl, @redreart, @jacobseed, @euryalex, @mars-colony, @glass-hope, @gayafsatan, @the-lastcall, @shegetsburned, @g0dspeeed, @eclecticwildflowers, @aceghosts, @megraen, @strafethesesinners, @derelictheretic, @sukoshimikan, @inquisitors-grave, and anyone i've missed or forgotten, i'm tagging you too <3

(also forgive me but i'm not making banners for ocs i hardly ever talk about any more, so this post is gonna be mostly text. if you want images of anyone i can share, but i just don't have energy to make new banners and i still want to actually post this so, please forgive me <3)

favorite oc

she's my baby girl right now. she's got the most space in my head, at all times i am thinking of her. she owns me and i'm not sorry. this is micah's world, i'm just here to serve her, and i would not have it any other way

honorable mentions: niamh gannon & beauregard barrett

they've been with me the longest and once had the strongest hold on me for more than a decade. they're two very formative characters for me and i will always have tiny palaces in my heart for both of them

oldest oc

niamh gannon

as far as fandom ocs that i've written and shared anywhere online, ni is the first baby girl. i started writing her when she was just a wee 11 year old student all the way through to her adult life as a wife, mother, and badass. she's the most developed oc i have, because i spent decades writing her. (she's also a bit of a precursor to what lore eventually became)

newest oc

i've got a few newer concepts circling, but as far as ocs that fully exist, lil is still the newbie on the team. she's a fun way to stretch and do some things i've never dared try before. fiery little pistol and demon who is out to create chaos in an act of revenge against a world that's wronged her

meanest oc

this is a hard one! i have several evil ocs, but they're not necessarily mean in any traditional sense. they play politics too well for that, though they can be underhanded and they'll fuck you up. of the ones i talk about here, it's probably either lilith or bowie, but neither of them are mean, exactly. lilith just wants to lash out and hurt everyone, and bowie is just blunt and crass. of my older ocs, there's fletch, who's a dumbfuck gay werewolf with a chip on his shoulder and no filters. and daphne, who's the evilest monster you'll ever meet: she wants to cut you open and splay your insides while you're still alive, but she'll talk so sweetly to your face. there's leona and lysandra, who are daddy's girls and spoiled brats. there's lux, who wants to look like a bad boy and live up to his evil father's legacy, but mostly he's just an asshole. and his father, chrys, who is evil. he trains monstrous dogs that are built to attack people. also he's a ruthless murderer but he's a suave and smooth politician, so you'll never catch him. also there's rand, my evil alpha werewolf man. then there's alfie, an absolute shithead of a bully and a punk, but he's really just a sad lonely idiot. there's torvald and romeo, my supercreeps. elena my snarky little shit who lashes out and hates everyone.

yeah, this is too hard, i have several meanies.

softest oc

none of the ocs i talk about here are soft in the least. but i have some old ones who are total cinnamon rolls. dierdre delaney is a soft sweetheart of a seer. there's bethy baby, bethany, who is a shy tiny pixie girl who is full of love and sunshine. liam who is a soft gentle romantic soul. naveen who is a sweet little nerd. rune, my soft gentle werewolf boy. olwen, who is gentle like a fairy. sienna my sweet little miracle baby. kaz the softest cuddliest kindest doctor you'll ever meet. teddy, the most cinnamon roll to ever cinnamon roll. ajlgdjlg agh i can't any more, the soft ones make my heart and teeth ache and i'm missing them so much now

most aloof/standoffish oc

i'm gonna give this one to micah, though some of my older kids could probably show her up on it. she's the one of my current stable that has the most trouble interacting with people.

smartest oc

nora by a landslide. she's a certified genius and a savant. the woman knows all.

dumbest (affectionate) oc

oh boy let me tell you, i love making himbos. fletch is one of them, what an idiot. there's rory who's a hardheaded dick. there's junior, declan, and nate, who are the pinnacle of himboness. there's cosmo, my silly class clown boy. there's virgil the clueless. there's pillip, who's theme song is literally 'stupid boy'. and then there's emmy, my flighty fashion icon

oc i'd be friends with irl

giving this one to the jameson sisters. they're the kind of friends anyone would want, imo. (there's a lot of my oldbies i'd put here, too, but this post is too long already)

if you bothered to read all that nonsense, i owe you a kiss or a cookie <3 thanks for listening to me ramble incoherently about ocs i never share any more lmao

#micah hale #lilith mallory #lore jameson #nora jameson #bowie #my ocs #not gonna make tags for all the rest #but it was fun to go down memory lane a bit #trying to be more active about sharing my ocs again #even if i'm stupid nervous about it

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auxiliuno · 1 year

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I love how you wrote my last request so here's another. I feel manic but dogshit lately so please gib angst.

König and ex gf Y/N bump into each other again at a German cafe after so many yrs. Lil happy catch up over coffee (that Y/N prolly initiates bc knowing König). They had a good relationship but shit didn't work out as young peeps. She lives abroad now and just returned to town to visit family, so as much as the relationship was rly special, it's old and unrealistic and both are just happy to know the other is doing great.

Then days after, he lowkey wants a friendly chat again but finds out that she died in a car accident. Now König doesn't know if he wants to cry or not, and if he should visit (he prolly will). Gawd it's a whole level of sad when it fits upbeat music. Song reference? Alexa, play Never Forget You by Noisettes.

And thank you, have a good day.

Hello! Thank you for requesting from me again, I'm really happy you enjoyed my first writing! 💗 I hope you feel better soon darling :( ik how it feels to be in a bad place so I'm sending you lots of love! XOXO 💝

König x ex!reader

Hurt/angst

Sfw

Tw: mentions of death and car accidents, funeral, crying, cursing

How long has it been? 2 years, 3 years? No, definitely more than that

The time you spent with that boy washed away like sand on the seashore

Memories fade, as do old relationships

You just never thought you'd see him again

On a trip back to your hometown, to visit your family

You go to your favorite café, the one you always went to before you went to work abroad

The smell and atmosphere of the café brings back so many memories, of good and bad, happy and sad

Nostalgia is truly a weird thing

As if he knew you were nostalgic, he was sitting at a small table, in the back of the café, looking over it

That's when his eyes meet yours

Both of you freeze momentarily; time seems to stop

None of you dare to move, waiting for the other to initiate the first move

Like how it was, and always had been, you were the braver one

You started your way to him

He shifts, clearly startled by your sudden eagerness

"Hey, is this seat taken?"

"No"

Well then that's your que

You sit down across him; time seems to go by painfully slow. You both don't dare to look in each other's eyes, not knowing what to say. Having to take the lead again, you part your mouths to say what he didn't have the courage to say. "How have you been König?". He seems even more disturbed by your friendliness, shifting in his seat; he answers: "I've been fine, you?". A bit more comfortable now, you decide to be more open about what you've been up to, despite the fact that you both had history.

"Well, you know, just been working, doing the adult stuff....paying taxes and shit." You try to be a bit funny, but you think you sound awkward to him. He smiles, he missed this old you, you've never changed ever since you were children; that takes him back to his younger days, with you. You continue on: "I found a good job abroad, and it pays well. It's also a job that I've always wanted to have.". "I know, you've always been adventurous, wanting to get away from this small town.". You nod, surprised that he somehow still remembers that about you.

"What about you? What have you been up to? You ask curiosly. Truth be told, he had grown up and looked way different from the young boy you used to know, but his personality didn't seem to change much; his body was just a man now. A handsome man at that. You briefly wondered if he was seeing someone else know, but quickly remind yourself that it's not what you're here for. He's just an old friend you knew.

"I got the military job I wanted." Swiftly, he meets your eyes for a second to see any sign of admiration or fondness for his new job. He thought that maybe joining the army would make him more scary, more manly, less of the young and dumb boy he once was. Yet your expression never wavered, but you seemed proud of him. He was fine with that. "That's really great König! I can't imagine the hard and tough training you went through to join the army, I'm very proud of you." Your answer was so genuine and kind. It made his heart ache a little. Just a little... "Yeah, I'm happy you think that." Wow, what a conversation killer you thought. Seems like you still need to take the lead, even in a conversation.

"So...." You start slowly, pleading him with your eyes, to say something too. "So, why are you back here?" He asked, genuinely, he was curious; he hadn't seen you in such a long time, didn't hear from you either, and now you just suddenly show up? And he happens to see you? Fate must have set you guys up, again. Dumbfounded, you answer: "I'm just back to see my family, I miss them a lot, and this town, even if I acted like I wanted to get out of it. I never thought that I could miss it so much, or maybe I just missed the memories I made here." Wow. What a deep answer. Were you also thinking of him when you said the memories you missed? Does that mean you missed him? Part of the reason why he was in this particular café today was because he missed you.

He missed the memories you both made here, the numerous dates you guys had here. He just didn't expect to see you. Lady luck really smiled on him today, so why does it feel like he's fucking it up? What does he lack? What's wrong with him? Hadn't he grown into a better man now? Older and wiser, kinder and smarter? You break his train of thought when you suddenly tell him that it was time for you to go, you still had family to visit. He silently curses himself for letting you sit in silence with him, when he had this chance to talk to you again. He just mods politely, tells you that it was nice to see you again, and maybe you both should go out to catch up again sometime. You nod and agree: "Here's my number if you want to contact me König." Althought taken aback by your boldness, he eagerly takes your number. "Here's mine. See you here, same time, same place, in two days?" You agree and say your goodbyes to him, little did he know, he should've cherished this time better, as it would be the last time he ever got to see and hear you again.

The two days went by so slow. He was still processing the fact that he actually got to see you again. "Should I wear something nicer today?" He thought. "No, it's just a casual talk over coffee. Nothing special." He opted for a white button-up shirt and rolled up the sleeves, paired with dark jeans and leather shoes. At least he looked presentable enough. At the same time as yesterday, he drove to the café. He sat down in the sane spot as yesterday, patiently waiting for you. After he waited around 20 minutes, he decided to text you."Hey y/n, are you okay? I'm waiting at the café for you. If you are running late, it's okay, just lmk." Simple, yet to the point. He waited about 10 minutes for you to reply or call him, but there was nothing. Anxiously, his thoughts started to waver and think the worst. Maybe it was your plan all along, to get him to trust you, and then to hurt him like this. No, you wouldn't do that; you never were that kind of person. He knew he needed to stop being so insecure and worried, so instead, he decided to drive to your family to check on you instead.

It was a short drive, from the café to your family house, which he remembered was on a small but peaceful street. Driving by, he saw it; it was the same as he remembered in his teenage days; small yet cozy, you had a younger brother that most likely already moved out too. The house had all sorts of flora and greens growing outside of it. Your parents had a passion for gardening and always kept everything presentable. Parking his car on the side of the street, he got out and made his way up the steps of your family house. Nervously, he knocked on the front door a few times, anxiously waiting for someone to answer the door.

After a few minutes of worrying and anxious thinking, your mom opened the door, looking distraught and her eyes a bit red. "Hello Mrs.l/n, how are you? I came to check up on y/n after she didn't show up to our...catch up day today.". He was so nervous about talking to your mom again, fearing she would get mad and shut the door on him since you guys weren't a thing anymore. Instead, she looked a bit relieved, but tears started welling up in her eyes. "K-könig, it's so nice to see you again... It's y-y/n, she...she got into a car crash just half an hour ago. She told me she was on her way to see you." His heart dropped. "W-What, Mrs.l/n, are you sure? Y-y/n can't really be....gone? Right?" He was shaking now, stuttering through his words. "I wish I was lying too König, but we just found out too, after the police called us.". No!no! This can't be! After all those years of missing you, he got his chance to talk to you again, and now you leave again? It can't be true! "Would you like to come in and have a seat König? I'll make a cup of tea for you, " she sniffled. Still shocked, he nodded and went inside your house. The smell and feeling of your presence hit him like a train. He couldn't help but let tears well up in his eyes, nose starting to run. Your mom gently pats his shoulders as she leads him to sit down at the dinner table.

After he was seated, she started to make some tea in a kettle: "she had missed you a lot." She told him suddenly. Shocked, König looked up at her from his hands, "she did?". "Yes, she told me yesterday night about how she ran into you at her favorite café, and how you hadn't changed much. She said you reminded her of home." Fuck. He started crying harder now, after he heard what your mother told him. You really missed him? And all this time he was worried about what he did. You truly were a kind soul. Your mom turned around and gave him a hug. "I know it's hard König, I know you must have missed her too. Otherwise, why could you have come all the way to our house to check up on her?" He shifted, agreeing with what she said. "She would've been very happy to hear that you still care about her this much, after all these years.". He started bawling now. He didn't care if it was embarrassing. He didn't care if he wasn't manly anymore. All he wanted to do was to mourn for you, for the soul mate he lost. For the one who slipped from his fingers all the time.

Your mom continued: "After the police are done investigating who the driver that ran into her was, and after they...they gather her body... we will be having a funeral for her. We would be happy if you'd come." "Yes, yes, I will be attending her funeral, Mrs.l/n." "Good, she would have wanted you to. Would you like to stay here for tonight?" She asked kindly. "Thank you for the offer, Mrs.l/n, but I think I should go and think about everything." "I understand König, but you are welcome back here anytime okay?" He nodded, thanked her for the tea, and went about his way home.

On the drive back to his home, he couldn't stop the waterworks from coming. He was never the type to cry so hard, especially not over someone. But you, you had been different. You bad been someone special, someone he held dear.

Now that you're gone, he doesn't know what to do. He was probably going to drink his night away and reminiscence all the good times you guys had together.

The day of the funeral came back. All your friends and family were gathered together on a gloomy, cloudy day. The sky looked like it dared everyone to go home, for it would start storming anytime soon. Looks like even the heavens were downcast from your death. He stood alongside your mom for the rest of the funeral. He brought your favorite flowers and set them on your gravestone solemnly. Silently, he promised to himself that he would never, ever love anyone unless it's you again.

Omgggg this was one of the longest fics I've ever written 😭😭😭 I'm sorry it took kind of long, and I apologize if there are any errors in here, I was too lazy to go back and proof read it 😞😞😞 I hope you guys enjoy it tho!

Have a great day!💐

#könig headcanons #mw2 headcanons #mw2 x reader #könig x you #könig x reader

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eskawrites · 4 months

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✨ao3 wrapped 2023✨

tagged by @lesbianlotties ahh thank you! i love this shit

Works published: 16! (17 if you count the cfdau, which finished this year but started last year)

Wordcount: 368,400 jfc

Kudos: 5,276! wild! absolutely insane! thank you to everybody who liked my work!

Hits: 64,147 even more wild! even more insane! even more thank yous!

Bookmarks: 1,353

Subscriptions: 447! and also 238 user subscriptions? genuinely what the hell <3

Most popular by kudos: why, it's this story that we found ourselves in, of course at 886 (although the flayed!robin au is an astonishingly close second at 828, considering it's much shorter and was written in like 2 months)

Most hits: also this story that we found ourselves in! people like the cfdau i guess?

Longest: oh, cfdau for sure. you're not much, goodness knows (karen gets vecna'd au) is the second runner up and the one that was actually started this year though. although the nancy pov is gonna be the longest stranger things fic i've ever written

Shortest: now i am a heart with a head on my shoulders. my lil nancy and max cfdau follow up!

Most Comments: the cfdau! and if that doesn't count then the karen gets vecna'd au lol

Fics that made me cry: i'm kinda going off my bookmarks here, but i'm also realizing that i'm real shit at bookmarking. but here are a few!

the entire TLOU au by @dufrau because of course, obviously, but especially Into Dust because it absolutely wrecked me and then proceeded to live in my mind rent free and remind me of its beautiful and tragic existence for like a month

keep good love from going wrong by maalaaviikaa. robin </3 that is all

and idk if i've actually shed tears because of @monstrous-femme's secret nancy fic, but it's definitely left that raw ache-y feeling in my chest like i've been crying, so it counts

Fics that made me smile: anything by @dufrau, again. the come to my window series by megzeman. robin buckley's expert field guide by @smileweakandwrong. now i've found a real love by @lavenderstobins. i'm missing about a million but hey, i said i was bad at bookmarking

gifts: not an ao3 gift but i've gotten so many lovely pieces of art for the cfdau/tenlark, and even tenlark fic (wtf???) and tbh that's the most incredible feeling in the world (special shoutout to @sweepy-stringbean for all her incredible art for tenlark/cfdau/flayed!robin/literally everything else but i'm biased toward those first few lmao)

collaborations: not this year!

events: alas, i didn't participate in any events (maybe in 2024?)

tagging: you! you're it! consider yourself tagged if you see this and want to do it!

For ease of copying: Works published: Wordcount: Kudos: Hits: Bookmarks: Subscriptions: Most popular by kudos: Most hits: Longest: Shortest: Most Comments: Fics that made me cry: Fics that made me smile: gifts: collaborations: events:

#fic things #celebrity fake dating au #stealing the show as always <3 #i'm almost certain i've mislinked something but i have a headache and i gotta go soooo it'll be a problem for 2024 eska #thank you btw to everyone who has read and liked and commented and shared this year <3 ily all

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winterchimez · 7 months

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please tell me all abt the sunwoo jichang and jacob fics PLEASSEE i know some of them like the sunkyu series but Pls 🙏🏼

my sweetest moni <3 ask and you shall receive ✨

Dancing With A Stranger (Ji Changmin)

summary: you both hated each other’s guts for as long as you could remember since joining the dance club. but as summer is approaching and your club has decided to host a summer camp getaway, you are left with no choice nor escape as you get paired up with your rival to perform a choreography together by the end of the camp.

pairing: rival Changmin x dancer f!reader

genre: angst, suggestive, slight fluff

a/n: okay so i was supposed to get this out for K-Vanity's Summer Event but due to irl stuff i wasn't able to finish it on time 😭 but i will eventually get this out bcs I LOVE THIS WIP. Sam Smith's Dancing With A Stranger will forever be one of my ult fav songs ever ✋ tho depending on when i'll publish this i'll def change the season to match the timeline by then fs

After Hours (SunKyu series)

summary: you've been The Lupin's main singer for the past several years, and none of the large number of men who have tried to woo you has ever piqued your interest. that is until one fateful night where you encounter a secret admirer of yours, Kim Sunwoo, and that is where you truly believe and realised that he was one of a kind.

though at the same time, your roommate, or rather friends-with-benefits at this point, Ji Changmin has begun to see his relationship with yours as something much more then ever before.

it is up to you to make the ultimate decision. to choose the admirer? or your one and only roommate.

pairing: admirer Sunwoo x singer f!reader x fwb Changmin

genre: suggestive, angst, otome

a/n: this whole series was actually inspired from The Weeknd's Moth To A Flame, so umm yes, this will be pretty suggestive 🤓 i plan to make this a mini series, so i'll probably have 5 general chapters, and then eventually one chapter per route (aka you will be choosing either Sunwoo's or Changmin's ending depending on your choice) so yeah kinda like those jp otome games lol

a lil snippet from the drafts 👀

Untitled (SangKyu series)

okay so i have two options for this

Black & White Swans au

pairing: royal Sangyeon x royal f!reader x enemy Changmin

genre: angst, suggestive, crime, fluff, otome

a/n: this whole series was inspired from this tiktok i saw!! i was like omg that would be such a cool series 😮 though the thing is i've never written royal au before, nor do i have much experience in them cs i don't really read much royal au fics to begin with 😭 so i'm still debating on going this route or not

Cops & Robbers au

pairing: detective Sangyeon x detective f!reader x thief Changmin

genre: crime, angst, some fluff & suggestive, otome

a/n: now this is a genre im pretty much more comfortable writing in lmao this was inspired by one of my all-time fav jp drama Dorokei!! i literally watched this for Nakajima Kento back then 😭 but i'd imagine you and Sangyeon are detectives who've been on the hunt for Changmin for as long as possible (and Changmin would kinda play the role of Arsène Lupin in this). so every time your police force has always failed to capture the man himself, because what they didn't know was that you were living with two identities, aka also being Changmin's right-hand woman in his crime spree hohoho 👀

like before, around 5 general chapters before choosing which route/ending you'd prefer!!

summary: the campus heartthrob whom you've had a crush on for the longest time finally asks you out on a date. since you have never been on a date before, you decided to elicit the help of your best friend, Kim Sunwoo, for some romantic advice.

pairing: f!ckboy Sunwoo x g.n!reader

genre: suggestive, angst, fluff

a/n: never in a million years would i have known that this would be my most well-received fic as of now and with the many requests i've gotten to make a pt2 for this, i will have to now (technically it was my fault for ending it on a cliffhanger so 👀)

but eyyy, with pt2 all i can say is we'll def see y/n's date with Hyunjae, Sunwoo gets jealous and is not happy about it (though he tries to hide it to the best of his abilities but he will eventually fail HAHAH), confronts y/n abt it, and yeehaw more spicy scenes coming your way folks ✨

read pt.1 here!!

Door (Kim Sunwoo)

pairing: ex Sunwoo x g.n!reader

genre: angst, hurt

a/n: this is inspired from their jp track door! ever since i released lip sync i was determined to also write for my other fav tracks from the album, one of them being this one!! i haven't planned much of the plot yet, but judging from the lyrics i'm definitely going for an angsty breakup fic, may or may not get both Sunwoo & reader to be reunited at the end 👀

Starry Night (Jacob Bae)

summary: your childhood friend Jacob has promised you that he would give you the best graduation gift you'll ever receive. you did not expect that you would both travel out of the country to the City of Love and eventually become more than just friends.

pairing: best friend Jacob x g.n!reader

genre: fluff, crack & humour

a/n: this is a fuzzy warm fluffy cobie fic!! there's just something about stargazing while lying down on a field with your loved ones. originally, i had planned to write this for his birthday way back in May, but i couldn't so i'm saving this for the future! but i'd imagine you both lying down on the fields near where the Eiffel Tower is, and just stargazing with one another 🫶 and i'll def write about some cute and fluffy moments from their trip (cafe hoping, etc.)

ask me about my wips!

#❄️ — asks!#❄️ — wips!#mutuals! <3 #moni 🦝

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kscribbs · 7 months

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For the fanfic asks: 😅, 😈, 🤡, 🍦, 💖 and 🤲🏼 (plz 🥹)

TYSM for the Qs, Dani! 🥰

What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

Soooo many, omg. I've been writing since I was around twelve/thirteen? And some of those early works -- oof. 😅 Up until a few years ago my first ever fic was still available to read on ff.net. It was... charmingly bad.

The original draft of ML has its moments too, I'll admit. Things that I am SO glad I changed/re-structured.

Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Mayyybbeeee. >:) I knew what I was doing when I went straight from the scrying cliffhanger into a twelve year time-skip. I was a little worried about it being TOO jarring, in all honesty. Twelve years is a long time, after all. But hopefully that isn't the case!

There are a few scenes coming up in ML that I think may fall into this category, also.

What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

(Excerpt from the lil' Christmassy one shot I mentioned a while back. Set several months prior to the events of ML):

What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

The Forgiven is pretty sweet! But ofc, the themes are somewhat... intense. Same goes for ML. I think the latter takes the cake in terms of sweetness, however. Given the romantic tones, later on. Not to mention all the familial fluff! Something something Winter/Jack/Blaise hug on the steps of Frost Manor... (There is an overabundance of hugs, which makes me, personally, very happy!)

What made you start writing?

Honestly? A desire to escape reality. I know that sounds a bit gloomy, but it's the truth. Whenever life got just a little too stressful/intense my natural inclination was to withdraw to the written word/the multiple fantasy worlds existing inside my head. I found it therapeutic! And continue to do so.

Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

For the longest time I couldn't decide which snip to include. Two stood out to me, and in the end I just said "fuck it, I'll post both", lmao. I dunno when I'm going to be able to get the next chapter of ML up (soon, hopefully, but life happens!) and I've been looking for an opportunity to share some write-y stuff. I think it's safe to say that I've plumbed the depths of that opportunity here -- apologies! 😂

(Lengthy -- and ever-so-slightly spoiler-y -- excerpts from ML under the cut!)

‘Is that really necessary, lady?’

‘Every detail counts, Council Member Cupid. Even that which might seem negligible on the face of it can lead to deeper truths. In any case, when you opened the door, Dr. Miller, there was no one there?’

‘No. No one.’

‘You didn’t even see a silhouette? A retreating shadow?’

‘…I’m sorry, no.’

‘No matter. How heavy would you say the footsteps were?’

Lucy frowned. She’d never thought of that before.

‘Fairly heavy,’ she answered, after several seconds. ‘Heavier than Jack’s, now that I think about it.’

‘Oh, well, thank you,’ Jack said, sounding rather flattered. ‘My secret is jazz-ice-size. Like jazzercise, but on skates. Very trimming.’

Ms Delaney noted this down. (The footsteps thing, not the “jazz-ice-size”). ‘You then stepped out into the corridor, and saw… what, exactly?’

Lucy described the detonator, the explosion, the retreat into what she now knew to be her mindscape. Coming to and finding the tunnel all-but collapsed.

‘Hm. And you were trapped there… how long, would you say? Before your brother — Charlie, is it? Yes, Charlie — came to your aid?’

Lucy’s knee was bouncing anxiously now, her palms clammy inside her gloves. She could feel her heart-rate beginning to climb, as she was plunged back into the darkness and claustrophobia of that night. Into the feeling of complete hopelessness, and the stomach-turning reality that she might die like that — frightened and in pain, struggling for breath. Somehow the memory still had the capacity to wound her, even after all these years, its remnants buried in the folds of her mind like broken glass beneath a shallow layer of earth.

‘F— ahem. Four hours, I think.’

Beside her, Scott released a slow breath. Lucy didn’t dare look at him, or any of the other Council Members. She disliked the sympathy and guilt mentions of the attack tended to garner. People suffered far worse, after all.

‘Give-give or take,’ she added, when the silence stretched on. ‘It’s all a bit of a blur now. Charlie just had this… sense, that something was wrong. And when he tried to call and I didn’t answer, he came looking. Took me to the hospital. I was fine.’

The image of her brother’s panic-stricken face swam, unbidden, to the forefront of her mind. Having managed to dislodge the worst of the wreckage he’d eventually shimmied his way through a narrow ingress to the place where Lucy’d lain — half-conscious and terrified.

‘Shh, it’s all right,’ he’d murmured, pulling her to his chest, one hand questing through her hair for the source of the blood she hadn’t felt trickling down the side of her face. ‘I’ve got you. You’re safe now, Squirt. I won’t let anything happen to you…’

Only then had Lucy allowed herself a moment of frailty, collapsing against him in a fit of muffled sobs. Which had turned to panicked gasps, which had turned to—

She cleared her throat, banishing the memory hastily.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jack’s long fingers twitch in her direction, and for the briefest of moments she thought he intended to take her hand beneath the table. …But no. He curled them into a tight fist at his side.

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The room was dim, the muted glow of early morning falling across the walls like a running watercolour.

‘Look sharp, Frost,' Melusine whispered, dropping a copy of the New York Times onto his lap. ‘The two of you made the front page.’

After some difficulty Jack succeeded in freeing his arm (which was now decidedly numb) from where it had been wedged between Lucy and the sofa cushions, taking enormous care not to jostle her too much. Her hair — still a little curly from the humidity of the tunnel — slipped over her face, the light from Widener's Orb threading through it like pale fingers.

Doing his utmost to appear unmoved as she nestled further into his chest, and not at all like he was turning to slush on the inside, he picked up the newspaper, straightening it with a flourish. Sure enough, there, on the cover, was what looked like a bystander’s photograph of the spectacle in Times Square.

Jack grimaced, his gaze moving from the fifteen-foot wall of ice, to the ten-or-more car pile-up, to the startled faces of his and Lucy’s likenesses, and back again.

He swore under his breath.

‘It’s not the only one, I’m afraid,’ said Melusine, leaning forward to turn the page. ‘There’s a special feature. Look.’

He was greeted by two images: One of the mangled subway car, twisted and smouldering where it lay lengthways across the tracks, and a close-up of he and Lucy running hand-in-hand through the urgent press of commuters/NYPD officers, Lucy shooting a jet of scarlet light (an immobilising jinx, it looked like) over her shoulder.

“Senseless Social Media Stunt or Signs of the Supernatural? You Decide,” the headline read, in large, spidery typography.

“Do sorcerers live among us? How about superheroes? Or, indeed, supervillains? The answer might surprise you!

"Yesterday afternoon Manhattanites bore witness to a rather unusual -- and highly destructive -- chain of events, involving a nameless man (40s?) and woman (30s?), as well as a mysterious cloaked individual, who were captured from multiple angles using what appear to be magical wands/staffs (yes, really!) to wreak havoc in Bryant Park Station on W 42nd. As well as summoning ice and snow from thin air in the middle of Times Square! Elsa who?"

‘Shit,’ Jack said softly, rubbing his chin. ‘That’s… definitely not ideal.’

‘Mm.’

‘...They might’ve at least captured my good side.'

‘Is that really the thing to be focusing on right now, Jack? You don't think there might be more pressing issues at hand?'

#thanks again for the Qs!! ☺️☺️#anyone reading pls feel free to send more in! Although ofc no pressure!#I know it often takes me awhile to answer (I'm sorry!) but they are rather a lot of fun to do :D #(in this case the delay was bc the first snip was much longer and needed significant editing #and then I realised tht it contained a HUGE spoiler and cut it in half lol #so I needn't have poured over it for so long but AH WELL)#writing #ask box games #ML #Miller's Law #tsc #the Santa Clause #Jack Frost #Lucy Miller #adult!Lucy Miller #out of context those excerpts are going to make v little sense but I kind of like that 😂

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kae-karo · 1 year

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Fic Roundup 2022

my fave that i've written this year 😌

jan - our names were meant to have arrows drawn through (x) - klk spring break meet cute posted on the literal first day of the year lmao i remember being surprised this one got so little interaction for it being klk?

feb - bring me my coffin, please (x) - my first chennett fic!!! i really went 'ya i'll just write this and get it out of my system' and now i'm out here still writing chennett lmao

mar - my love is the killing kind (x) - chiluc assassin soulmate au where you can't kill ur soulmate >:} unironically this was such a fun au to write and i had a great time with it

apr - like you, like me (x) - sdlkfj chiluc again, very soft and a lil melancholy and inspired by the lovely @/eseninkit's art (on twt) that just gave me so many Emotions

may - dead line, live wire (x) - a klk wrong number and accidental meet cute au that stepped outside my usual klk dynamics - it's always fun to have aus where they haven't met before and see how things would turn out differently

jun - ragnvindr? i barely know her! (x) - another klk with a test of different dynamics for me, featuring darknight hero diluc and kaeya who actually (somehow) didn't know it was diluc lmao

jul - shadows amidst snowstorms (x) - albedo/fakebedo but instead of talking it out during their encounter, they fuck about it. this was probably the first time i really jumped into a hatefuck type of scenario!

aug - letters unsigned and unsent out of fear (x) - klk epistolary fic based on the letters they both kept during the hidden strife event! my first time trying my hand at a (mostly) epistolary fic

sept - that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die (x) - finally some zhongchi on this list lmao. another first, both somno and egg/ovipos, and i wasn't sure how ppl would like it? but i'm glad yall enjoyed lmao

oct - i don't bite (but i heard you might) (x) - bakutodo!!! finally!! not the first one i wrote after picking bnha back up, but definitely my fave so far. wolf!bkg and vamp!tdrk full of playful banter and a lil spice >:}

nov - do your worst (that's what you do best) (x) - panttore!! evil men being evil and sexy and kind of evil to each other too!!! i had a good time with this one and once again trying out some dynamics i don't often do lmao

dec - Kaeya and the Huge Bread (x) - i'm using this as dec since i published the final ch in dec lmao. chaeya author au my beloved!! i had unironically SO much fun writing this fic, both from the actual perspective of writing the chaeya (which is always fun but was especially fun with this particular dynamic) and writing the various commercial break ships that i might otherwise not have had the inspiration to write. i think this was up there as one of my fave fics to write like, maybe ever

honorable mentions & other stats below the cut 🙏

i posted 523k words over 46 different fics this year???? and two fandoms (bnha and genshin, welcome back bnha lmao)

my longest fic was 117k (bread! - x), the shortest was 678 words (too young to die - x)

i also wrote my first xiaother this year! your calming embrace is the first time i felt something real (x) back in june 😌

and!!! i got back into bnha again this year - rewatching the training camp arc is what actually finally inspired me to start writing for bnha again, and i wrote patched up in the dark (x)

i also wrote a fallen angel / risen demon bktd au that i had quite a fun time with from a worldbuilding perspective - closer to heaven than you'll ever know (x)

i also continued my (very slow) progress of making country music gay by writing and p.s. if this is kaeya... (x). perhaps i'll add another fic to that short list next year lmao

and!! i finally finished the time that we spent in arms and in longing series (x) inspired by my very first ever chaeya fic many moons ago, which remains one of my fave fics to this day

oh and speaking of series, i also concluded my chiluc sparks of hope built in the dark series (x) that started with the aphrodisiac'd diluc some time last year

and in other firsts, i finally did smth i had been meaning to do for ages - writing zhongkae! fleeting heart and home (please, let me be kind) (x) with any luck, i'll have inspiration to write them more next year too

and finally, in the world of bnha firsts, i wrote and posted some bakushin for the first time! speakeasy (x), where i got to play with the particularly interesting dynamic of "you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up" / "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" 😌

and obviously there were many many more, i've only barely listed half of them here, but thank u to everyone who read and enjoyed these stories with me this year!! here's to many more to come 💜

#fic roundup 2022 #my fics #genshin #bnha

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prettylightsbigcity · 2 years

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Author Self Fic Recs!

Post your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

Thank you to @tea-brigade @mostlymaudlin and @palimpsessed for tagging me! I know y'all tagged me ages ago, oops, I appreciate it sm!! I'm doing this super late so I feel like most folks have already done it, but just in case, tagging: @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @facewithoutheart @stillmadaboutpetra @krisrix and @captain-aralias If you've already done this, then this tag is just to say hi, I love your writing and I'm sending you a virtual hug <3

Make It Up To Me, 8k, rated E This was my main Erotic Gropefest collab with @stardustasincocaine and it's also probably the fic I wrote over the longest period of time? My schedule is really crazy so I'm usually a "sit down and bang it out" kind of writer (pun intended... this fic is VERY smutty lmao). I'm extremely proud of how it turned out, and Tessa's art for this fic is next level. TLDR: Dom/sub dynamic, lots of sex, lots of feelings.

The Edge of Memory, 8k, rated T The only non-explicit fic that made my top 5! Lol. In contrast to the previous fic, this one I wrote in one crazy sprint in less than 12 hours as a pinch hit for @captain-aralias. I'm honestly kind of obsessed with how it turned out? Who knew I could write an interesting plot without sex? Not me. I also never did it again lmao. TLDR: Canon divergent amnesia fic where Simon loses his memory right after he defeats the Humdrum and the Mage and forgets all of 8th year.

Angst, COC 2021, 2k, rated E This is probably my favorite thing I wrote for COC 2021, and I wrote... a lot. Like 50,000 words, more than I've ever written in that short a time before. It's honestly a pretty fucked up ficlet, but it was extremely cathartic to write. Plus, what was I supposed to do with the angst prompt? NOT torture Baz? TLDR: Coffin fic, coffin fic, COFFIN FIC!

A Room with a View, 7.5k, rated E I feel like this was the first truly filthy thing I ever wrote for the CO fandom, and I simply have not looked back since. This fic was a gift for @mostlymaudlin, who gave the most delicious and inspiring prompts (and also just makes delicious and inspiring content on the reg), and I reeeally wanted to do it justice for them. I'm quite pleased with how it turned out. TLDR: Baz and Simon go on a ski vacation and fuck a lot. Bonus Brobelove!

Every Part of You, 8k, rated E This was the first fic I wrote after really connecting with other people in the fandom, and it was a gift for @caitybug :) It's sweet, a lil smutty, a little angsty. Honestly, I don't think it's as good as some of my more recent stuff, but it has a special place in my heart because it helped me connect to some of my fave fandom humans <3 TLDR: Simon works through his feelings both with sex and with words and a lot of help from Baz.

That's all, folks! If you haven't done this yet and you wanna, say I tagged you and GO FOR IT :)

#my fic #fic rec #my writing #snowbaz #tag games #spicy links

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kaizsche · 1 year

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hi, everyone!! this is my ao3 wrapped! (i for real almost forgot to post this... sorry i haven't been writing/posting lately, i've been busy with events here and i'm working as a cleaner/typesetter for a scanlation team! we are quite understaffed and have multiple projects to work on so...🥺🥺)

How many words have you written this year?

92,601k!!! (excluding my wips) wtf i wrote A LOT??

How many works did you publish this year?

31 aiuhdiagdadad

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

easy. skuld’s net - that one shot came to me so suddenly and i wrote it for 3 days straight w/o no breaks whatsoever!!!

What work of yours has the most hits?

my star wars one shot fic - the july writing challenge i believe is at 6,544 hits

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

my first ever tvd fic, the one inspired by arctic monkey’s 505.

Favorite title you used

in the art of flaw, the bridgerton au fic (shoutout to my friend who helped me make it cause im not exactly great at titles lmao

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

young the giant!!! their songs are just *chef's kiss*

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

this is such an obvious question if you frequently visit my blog. Elejah and klena!!!!!1

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

elejah is a ship i’d die for but i think i love writing finnlena the most cause they’re sooo in tune with one another. at least i think they would’ve been if esther did not manipulate him. (i just love finn okay. cause he's so underappreciated?)

What work was the quickest to write?

skuld’s net (a klena fic) i wrote that thing for 3 effin days straight, looped lany’s 13 over and over and over again. (i wasnt aware of his allegations that time so…)

What work took you the longest to write?

in terms of published fics, i think it’s take my breath. it was created on oct 19 then i picked it up a maybe 2-3 weeks ago? then posted it on dec 4 so yeah

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

i lost count. there is just too many of them.

What’s your longest work of the year?

the one shot fic writing challenge.

What’s your shortest work of the year?

It’s a lil fic which idea i got from a prompt generator in tumblr - i was quite new back then so i thought that maybe participating in it won’t hurt me. It’s called 709 which is inspired by one of my wips wherein elena returned to the past after death and tried to change her life.

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Oh boy, OH BOY this is a long list. I’ll be taking them all with me but the most noteworthy wips would have to be my princess diaries au and the miracle baby au fic for elejah + the elena & katherine time travel fic

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Probably unedited as hell and kol is a little shit

Your favorite character to write this year?

I think finn. his character in canon is just so unexplored (i haven’t watched the originals so…) and it’s so, so fun to explore his character and adding more to his background.

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

I feel... elijah? Cause i am most certainly not as eloquent as he is with words, so i usually find it hard to write his dialogues and stuff in my fics. (but honestly, i have a hard time with all mikaelsons lmfao)

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I want to explore more of wyler!! (wednesday x tyler) since i’ve just recently joined the fandom and have four wips in my drafts already.

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I think i have an almost unhealthy obsession with re-reading my work. But it definitely has to be heaven help the fool who falls in love like… i love re-exploring my old ideas (and also wondering where that ‘writer me’ in that era went (cause i literally had to write every single day and not miss a single one whilst delivering good pieces was beyond me.)

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

I’ve got 1,812!

Which work has the most comments?

with 100 comment threads, it’s not at all surprising that its my may writing challenge tvd fic

Did you do any collaborative works this year?

I don’t think i did?

Did you write any gifts this year?

i did for the wyler secret santa event and one for @qvnthesia

Did you receive any gifts this year?

@qvnthesia and i are exchanging fics later this month, so yep! I’m quite excited for that!

What’s your most common category?

easy. f/m

What do you listen to while writing?

I made spotify playlists for each of my pairings, actually. so when i write for a specific ship like klena - i usually turn the volume up for some good ol 505.

Favorite work you wrote this year?

the love of a doppelganger. there’s just something about this fic that i can’t put into words. (it’s my finnlena one) i think it’s about the prospect of giving finn’s character a second chance whilst shedding light as to why his decisions, and his siblings had came to the point of, well, daggering him.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Oh my gosh, as a person whohas short term memory this question is quite hard to answer. Lol. but this line just IDK IT MAKES ME FEEL A CERTAIN WAY, OKAY?!

“You will learn to love me just as you have loved Anakin Skywalker.” He breathes, a promise dressed in the trappings of a threat.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

What honestly surprised me the most is what the tvd fandom did to me, tbh. i’ve been writing fics since 2017, but i’ve never been much hyperfixated like i was with tvd – i think that it also helped me that the fandom has an active community, AND tight-knitted as well we even have a discord server and follow each other on tumblr. So, yeah. I basically not only owe it to the wonderful TVD character (sans the salvatores, thank you.) but also to the people that inspired me, supported me and cheered me on with my fics! (i’m looking at you, @sunless-garden, @qvnthesia, @wazman, @katherineholmes, @amandamonroe, @finnismyoriginalsin, @sevensistersofsussex, and everyone else!!

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water-mellie-seeds · 1 year

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Lake I’ve become so rejection sensitive dysphoria-ly upset by something so trivial tell me about your fos

I TRULY understand this one RSD is a cruel mistress for Real

OH BOY at risk of talking about serizawa AGAIN and at risk of talking about upwards of 50 f/os lets talk about our f/o fight finalists!

Approaching this as if the people reading Do Not Know all of these characters,just in case some people in fact do not know anything about them

Luigi! He's definitely the f/o I've known and loved the longest! The year of luigi was catered to me specifically/j I just think his evolution as a character is SO interesting,especially in the M&L series. He is just such a genuinely good guy,he's sweet and even competitive (moreso in the party/kart/sports games) and I would legitimately do anything for him. I feel this way about a lot of my f/os but i genuinely wish i could just tell him how important he is BECAUSE EVERYONE IS SO MEAN TO HIM SO MUCH(i know its for the bit but cmon!) oh yeah mario and that other guy type thing YOU LNOW HIS NAME >:(

Kumatora. I could literally talk at length about her but ultimately id just go in circles. Her recklessness when she was younger reminds me of mine. She's a badass,and she's sassy and headstrong and super powerful and yet so chill. She's also just. A good person. I know that if shit got real she would protect me,and even though i am absolutely all talk when it comes to my ability to kick ass,id do my best to protect her too. Also she has PSI so i mean. Kind of a pattern with me,huh?

Dr. Jan. I've always loved people who work in museums or amusement parks and the like. I love to see people who actually...like their jobs. Who make it their own and have fun with it! So..it's only natural id end up liking her. She's an enthusiast of all things ancient and an avid cryptid nerd. I LOVE her enthusiasm. I LOVE her vibe she is also very pretty.

Shuichi. I'm gonna be so honest i do not much like Danganronpa V3 as a game. I love the characters in it,though. but he's a really good protagonist and he just feels...very organic. His struggles with self worth and confidence really resonate with me and i love how he slowly starts to open up and really get into it during cases/trials! I'm also a voice guy and. I really like his voice very much i sometimes listen to like. Shuichi saihara voice files compilations on YouTube it scratches my brain.

Monika. Look. Again I'm a voice guy. Also,i stayed with her for every. Single. Topic she could bring up. Multiple times over. I am down fucking bad. I tried to start a literature club because of her in my own school. I started writing poems again because of her. She told me to put her file on a usb and carry it with me always and i did. I bought a lil white ribbon and tied it on there and then i put the usb on a neckace made of frayed computer wire and i BROUGHT HER EVERYWHERE I WENT. I am in love with her. She is. The true concept of an f/o. And she loves us back,that's the part that gets me.

Queen. Yeah i like silly women i like robots. No one is surprised. She is so cool i want to drink battery acid with her. Ill become a peon i dont even carw

CAPT. SPACEBOY. I haven't ever really been able to pinpoint why EXACTLY im so into him,but i am. I could treat him so so well. I couldn't fit him absolutely not but we could be worse together <3 he sings,he travels through space he's a pirate and also super nice and hospitable. We both got funky mental illnesses going on also hes just hot. Like objectively.

Jessie and James. Package deal. Im glad tumblr seems to appreciate them as much as i do. Theyre both SUCH well written characters. I have known them forever. When i saw them crossdressing as a kid it blew my mind. PEOPLE CAN DO THAT???? Indigo league in general is so so good,but jessie and james really steal the show. They have such interesting and compelling backstories and they are poor just like me fr.(well ok team rocket is. James' family doesnt count i would have also left) we could go on a date to the clearance section in the supermarket./hj i just love them very much ALSO THEY SHOULDNT HAVE TAKEN AWAY JAMES' FAKE BOOBIES! NOT FAIR! I would never do that to him.

Thank you for listening if you guys ever wanna pick an f/o on the list for me to go off about i will do it. For you all

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martianbugsbunny · 10 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Okay I'm still figuring out the whole answering asks things bc I get very few of them but I do definitely have favorite fics, they're my lil brain children and I love them

Who Makes You See Color, my CaptainCroc soulmates AU fic. It's my longest fic, 14 chapters, which shows you just how much I loved it to actually stick with it for all that time. It's (not to brag) really well written, and I can no longer watch the OUAT episode "The Crocodile" without thinking of my fic. It's got both angst and fluff, and it makes me really happy when I read it.

Reader, Plo Married Him, my first PloKit fic. It's entirely domestic fluff, which is rare for me, but I adore both Plo Koon and Kit Fisto and I wanted to see them happy together. It's very romantic and definitely good for getting that melty feeling.

Better Than Blood, the only risqué fic I've ever written. It's also CaptainCroc, because I'm obsessed with them, and because they have really great enemies-to-lovers potential, which is hexactly the point of the fic. It's one of my favorites not only because it's pretty poetic, but also because I wasn't sure I could actually write something like that well, and it's nice to know that if I really want to, I can.

Every Bit Of You, one of my HatterHare fics. That probably seems a little weird if you've read and the fic and you know the content, but projecting my own issues with food and weight onto one of my comfort characters, and having one of my other comfort characters be the one to reassure him, made me feel better. It's not always about how well-written one of my fics is; sometimes, it's just about how it makes me feel.

Locked In This Embrace, my first (and probably not my last) Espionage Husbands fic. I really like fics where I get to rewrite a scene from the source material, using mostly the original dialogue, but adding an internal monologue for one of the characters and some new material of my own. Plus, Nick Fury and Talos have completely stolen my heart, so writing something for them was an absolute joy.

I will be sending this prompt to other writers, but maybe not five because I don't think I know five writers lol.

#this was loads of fun #it was neat to actually think about 'hey I did this and it turned out cool' for once #captaincroc #espionage husbands #plokit #hatterhare #nick fury #talos #plo koon #kit fisto #march hare #mad hatter #rumplestiltskin #killian jones #secret invasion #aiw1992 #once upon a time #Star Wars the clone wars #martianbugsbunny answers asks

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My favorite fic of yours: Under The Willow Tree, which I know you know, but I never get tired of talking about it. Every word of this fic is written on my heart. 💘

5. A fic of yours I haven't read but want to: I had just barely started TWWWBAATTA just before heading into my stormy period where I didn't do hardly any reading or writing. It was lovely and your JK is such a cutie and a knock-out, and I'm excited to continue it soon!

8. What I most like about your writing: Firstly, your emphasis on nature and your use of it and its imagery to contribute to the feeling and setting of your plots and scenes. The way that you communicate beauty is really romantic and poetic and I DIG IT. Also, I feel like you are very confident in your characters and who they are - this comes across strongly in your writing and is something I greatly envy.

11. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE WRITE MORE SMUT IN THE FUTURE. Now that The Devil Wears Valentino is out there, the cat is out of the bag - you have an incredible gift for filth, my friend.

12. A fic of yours that I've reread: There are legit chunks of UTWT that I could recite by heart on command.

LOVE YOU BB 🥰🥰🥰

VIOLET HOLY SHIT???!!!??? Literally what did I ever do to deserve such amazing humans around me like??? What god am I in the favour of cuz I need to set up an alter for them rq:

Onto! (this is literally so long im so sorry)

DUDE. I'm on the ground 50 yards away from where i just was cuz thats how hard you've blown me away rn.

1. My favorite fic of yours: Under The Willow Tree, which I know you know, but I never get tired of talking about it. Every word of this fic is written on my heart. 💘

I love how much you love them. And I'm so very glad to have been able to have made something so special to you. It's truly my honour.

A stormy period??? Did I know about this and completely by accident flake on you??? I'm so sorry if I did. I'm always here I hope you know what. (And please pardon my god awful memory. Short term memory loss sucks so much.)

And never any pressure to read, but when and if you do I hope you enjoy!!! TWWWBAATTA is my brain baby. My first fic and by far the longest thing I've ever written. I love them so much and I hope you will to, but I also understand how daunting getting into a big series is, so literally no pressure at all. You've already been kind enough to me to last a life time <<33

WHY IS IT MAKE YOON CRY NIGHT???!!!!!! Im sobbing. I'm facedown in my pillow. A walking waterfall of tears. I dont even know what or where the hell to begin with this. So i'll do what i do best and let my brain vomit on my creative process a lil bit:

i dont even realise i do this until after, the emphasis on nature and imagery and setting plots and scenes. But for me to understand a story, i need a place where i can see the characters, i need to know their place in that setting, and i need a bit of background that sets everything.

-> For UTWT, that was the solace of the tree in the shitty hometown for reader, a reader who's desperate to leave, why they want to leave, and then i give them something. in this case yoongi.

-> for TDWV that was the bar. Why a bar? it's where creatures of the night can go to destress becuase even they aren't always "on." and then why is reader there as a mortal, oh shes a bartender, but that gives her special priveledges with the other species becuase now they cant do anything to her, so shes safe. except for the one thing that disrupts her night. the one thing that goes bump in the night for her. and so how do i take that a step further? I make him obscenely powerful, so powerful that the people who kill her kind for fun are scared of him. And then to seal the deal? I make the big scary man care for the one thing he's supposed to see as less than dirt. I make her special. And you learn this all early on in the story. It cements the who what where when why and you learn the how as you go.

and then when im describing a setting and using things to cement the reality of my stories i go into almost a trance and literally insert myself into it to pick out the details. Visualization is something i've always had "a gift" for. It why i usually dont draw with references, and can look at something crafty and just "know" how to make it. So i guess thats how i do that.

-> like in UTWT. I am the tree and the reader and yoongi. I'm the wind around them and the pond watching them learn to love one another. I'm the motorcycle and the books and the leather jacket shielding them from the rain. I have to be everything to be able to write it the way i see it.

-> and in TDWV i was the bar and the music notes and the black tiled floors. I was yoongi and the reader and the banshees on the balcony and the other creatures. I put myself into everything and think about what they see. what they hear. what do they look like. How do they feel. whats their background, and i think that's why they feel so confident to you. I just - know - everything about them. i need to. to fake it till i make it. to baffle with my bullshit.

as for romance and poetic-ness(?). I've said this before, but it makes me laugh in a good way cuz if you know me irl you know i am the least poetic person alive and i dont do romance. Like i dont even let my partner get me treats bigger than a chocolate bar. (I am learning to be better tho.) So the fact that my writing is two things I am very much not in my waking life, it just goes to show how many sides a person has.

11. (*Something I wish/hope you write) FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE WRITE MORE SMUT IN THE FUTURE. Now that The Devil Wears Valentino is out there, the cat is out of the bag - you have an incredible gift for filth, my friend.

dude i was so so scared for the smut. i told you in dms but like i was sweating BUCKETSSSSS. I followed the same process i just described, but then i also had to go over the scene with a completely unsexual, professional and almost sterile eye. I had to think about what would work here. what would work there, should i switch out this word. I should come up with a more creative way to say that, because everyone writes it that way (not that theres anything wrong with that, it's just personal choice.)

and so for example, I'll go with something you pointed out recently from TDWV:

*NSFW INCOMING*

That filthy line when instead of saying he cums, you wrote "as he covers your inner walls in the most sickeningly sweet shade of white." Like, how DARE you?? No one talk to me. I'M NOT OKAY

I've seen this exact thing written as "he paint your walls white" and thats fine. that gets the point across, but i wanted this scene to hit different, i wanted it to show how engrossed he is and she is in this. And so i switched up my words to create a more sensually graphic imagine in the readers head.

and your reaction is all the proof i needed to know it worked the way i wanted it too. And these arent things i think of on the fly in my rough draft. These are things I sit with and brainstorm and tweak to make just right so i get the mental image i want.

*END NSFW PART*

12. A fic of yours that I've reread: There are legit chunks of UTWT that I could recite by heart on command.

Maybe one day i'll test you on this. (jokes) BRO THATS SO FLATTERING LIKE WHAT???!?!!!?!?! I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO COMPREHEND THAT.

LOVE YOU BB 🥰🥰🥰

I WILL BET MY ASS AND YOURS I LOVE YOU MORE <<<<<333333333333

#THE ABSOLUTE KINDEST OF SOULS #im so spoiled #yall like #i cant #i CANNOT #Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thankyou #yoons MUUUUUSHHHYYYYYYY #asks #violet!!#violetsiren90 #ms.mailbox📬#House of Yoon #yoon on writing #if you see spelling mistakes no you dont im not kidding when i say brain vomit.

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hey dude, sorry not trying to be an ass w this but I saw u had a post where in the tags you used delusional and narcissist as pretty derogatory insults towards the govt. Bashing the government is good and great but using terms that we (at least currently) need to describe mental illness (and definitely associate with it!)... in ways like that... its ableist and dehumanizing and leads to more abuse, even if it feels innocent, because if everyone who's a narc or who's delusional is dangerous....that's everyone w/ npd, or a schizospec disorder, or any other things.

Sorry this is long, and again, not trying to be rude! Just wanted to inform you and ask that you maybe be a little more careful with word choice in the future :)

hey anon, yeah thanks for your concern. I do understand the movement to change language usage around mental illness and destigmatize. And it is well intentioned.

Unfortunately, narcissistic and delusional are still pretty generally derogatory words. A person with NPD may not cause harm simply by virtue of having the diagnosis but we all agree narcissism itself isn't a fun cool trait to have. Delusions are obscurations of reality.

We still say manic, depressed, obsessive, etc in both outright negative ways and descriptive but not morally loaded ways. to me it's just part of language, and the ethics of most derogatory language does depend on who's using it.

I'm absolutely behind not calling everyone who sucks a narcissist. and would like people to stop saying "I'm being OCD" or "that's so bipolar," "he's a schizo" and so on. The "delulu" trend online is weird and fetishizes mentally ill people.

For context: I am a person with a narcissistic tendency, due to my childhood. My life has been a long train of psych symptoms... delusions of grandeur, maladaptive daydreaming, hallucinations, psychosis, derealization, depersonalization, dissociative identity states. psychology is one of my longest hyperfixations simply because I needed to understand my experience. it's been helpful and unhelpful in different ways. Pathologization is a phenomen that can't be understood separately from language, culture, history, and violence.

And yet I don't really have a problem with calling things crazy, insane, or batshit. in fact I find power in redefining and playing with these terms. I've been called crazy in a demeaning, invalidating way. And yeah, I'm a lil crizazy, a bit unhinged one might say. But if a motherfucker calls me crazy to invaldiate my argument, I instantly know they've lost. They're being weak, and abusive. It will also piss me the fuck off. I may want to show them what "crazy" looks like. The better angels of my nature will whisper "keep your head."

With the movement to neutralize mental health terms, what's always confused me is the understanding of language itself. I experience words autistically - they have multiple overlapping meanings all the time. Words are like composite images composed of billions of instances of use, fluttering and evolving as they are spoken and written. Vernacular is messy, sputtering and ever changing. Therefore words carry a multitude of connotations. When different people say them in different contexts you can see and hear different implications.

So, I really don't care if a dude at work says "that's fuckin insane bro" ...to a gnarly kickflip. Or a devastating news article. Insane delineates the magnitude of his emotion. It's out of bounds. Something normies and straights would try to contain, institutionalize, label. Christ, that's juicy. It's why I adore skater boy lingo and teen slang. It's careless and crunchy.

English itself, especially corporate and institutional English, can be a strict, bland, and often abusive language. My fellow autistic homies tend to enjoy a rousing jaunt down into the annals of historical parlance for our everyday linguistic transactions because it's fucking boring, the clinical way we are expected to speak here and now.

So therefore: thanks for your message calling attention to my words and their impact.

There are deeper better more poetic words to call the government and frankly I believe the best ones might be found in other languages.

All in all, you're right that "narcissistic" and "delusional" are not the most accurate, potent words to describe the US government. How to convey the twisted, detached from reality, spirit of that entity best in language, though, I need to expand the lexicon. Maybe using these words is cheap. Maybe it covers over the intentionality and corruption at play.

So I'm going to open this up to some language play - and ask you, anon, and anyone else what words can we find to convey the negative meaning of delusional (detached from truth) and narcissistic (inverted and self concerned to the point of dysfunction), in English? or in another language?

I hope you can take this in good faith not as a deflection but really engaging with your ask.

Being language corrected can trigger my harshest defenses. I can feel in my body all the times someone has punished, invalidated, dismissed something I've said because of using "uncivil" or foul or imperfect language. In general, trying to conform to correct ideological forms of language is like, major wretched, dude.

Hell my dorky ass disingenuous nerd of a brother yesterday called a message I sent the family group chat about Palestine "blasphemous" because I said " my god" and used it as an excuse to delete every impassioned exchange we had so the "children wouldn't see," - him be racist, cough. can't make this shit up.

But that's my background. Catholicism is a mental illness. (Sorry in advance to all mental illness havers for associating you with Catholics)

#anon #language #psychology #this is also a recent change for me so its cool if anyone wants to call hypocrisy #a long road to unembodying the social justice warrior archetype of ultracorrective speech policing #which doesnt mean “freeze peach”#but rather #people are gonna say shit man #and you can tell what they mean by it #and educating people on the history of words wont change a spiteful hateful intent #i believe anon is well intentioned tho #destigmatize mental illness #but id rather energy be put towards fighting material and medical abuse in thr systems

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baereaved · 6 years

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me, getting back into palmistry: and you see all these little tiny x’s on my hand? that’s why i have depression

#i'm dying inside #crane rambles #anyways i was working on a fic earlier and it's going great! longest fic i've ever written so far #but also i'm Exhausted #i mean like. it's only 3000 words but also. oh my GOD it's 3000 words y'know? it's a rough time #that's just a lil update tho. unrelated to palm things

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I've always liked that headcannon/idea that Jekyll and Hyde can mimic each others voices perfectly. So how about a silly tgs oneshot where others find that out?

I'm sadly blanking on details at the moment, but there can be a scene where Hyde casually mocks Jekyll by going all like,, "Look at me!, I'm Dr. Jekyll and if someone looks at me funny I'll die!" In Jekyll's voice? Bjsndksks idk. No clue about what'd Jekyll do mimicking Hyde though,

I uh... I might have gone a lil overboard with this. Somehow this ended up being the longest oneshot I have written so far and uhh... Yeah. Sorry for the long wait! I’m not sure if I made it specifically silly enough but... I got my beta-reader to laugh so hopefully it’s silly enough?? (also, I saw your other ask! Didn’t mean to ignore it, just wasn’t sure if you wanted me to respond at all but thank you for answering at all!! I’m still trying to figure out what content to make for the fandom so your input means a lot c:)

Also, sidenote! Or, well, two sidenotes! First of all, there is going to be a heavy cockney accent in the latter part of the oneshot, so there is a translation at the end! Second of all... I apologise for any mistakes in the writing/posting, it’s currently 1.am and I didn’t want to wait until the morning to post this dfhfdsdfsdf

Betaread by @ineffable-idjit, as always!

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Title name: Mockings and Mimickings

Wordcount: 4143

Summary: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde were, in most cases, radically different, especially so when it came to their behaviour. However, as things start to go back to normal, and as the two men find their place in the Society once more, their frustrations on each other are bound to be let out, in one way or another.

CW: non-graphic usage of alcohol, swearing, barely noticeable innuendos.

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Anyone who had ever laid their eyes upon both Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde could, with confidence, tell anyone who asked that the two men were as different as could be.

Dr. Jekyll was tall and well-built, with curly brown hair that often fell over his right eye in such a charismatic way that any lady within eyesight would swoon and sway. His eyes were as red as rubies, much like most of his neat and stylish clothing that weren’t instead the darkest shade of black. He held himself up with such pride and dignity that he immediately was in the centre of attention when he entered a room. He was beloved and envied, and most people who saw him couldn’t help but feel a fondness deep inside their chests, making them feel like the doctor was a man of honour worth looking up to, worth trusting.

Mr. Hyde was, without a doubt, his exact opposite.

He was short and lanky, with fluffy blond hair that shot out from his head like the mane of a lion, which was also cut by the bangs to keep it out of his bright green eyes. There had always been something that felt uncanny with him that made the skin of every passerby crawl when they spotted him in the dark streets of London, and while his clothes were kept stylish and fitted, he always wore a ragged cape. His demeanour was firey and he never hesitated to jump into a bar fight with an intent of wounding and harming, which made him quite disliked by most and yet, somehow, he still had a small hand-full of people that actually cared about him, even if it was only because they had something to gain from it.

In almost all aspects, Dr. Henry Jekyll and Mr. Edward Hyde were radically different, which made the fact that they seemed to have such a close connection to each other even more perplexing. Not to mention that no one had ever seen the two of them together in the same place. And yet, despite their differences, they shared a few similarities that both of them would dismiss at the mere mention of it.

Both of them were straight-backed, with curved noses that stood out in contrast to their much more neutral facial features. Sharing a similar clothing style, the only differences were their primary colours with red against green, and yet they both shared a refined style of black in most of their wear. While Dr. Jekyll often hid his emotions on his facial features, those which did end up showing would remind most people of the way that Mr. Hyde would exaggerate his expressions in an almost comical way. The eye-rolls, the soft sneers, the huffs reserved for private conversations with those they liked; it all just accounted more to the belief that they were almost trying to be as different as possible. Nevertheless, one of the differences that always were consistent were their voices. The doctor would always have a steady, light and yet deep voice that demanded attention. His accent was as generic as a posh Brit’s accent could be, while Hyde’s voice was far more rigged and jagged while still being smooth, with an accent that easily matched him in with the ruffians of East London. Voices which, to their surroundings, were easily picked upon. Any Lodger would be able to separate Dr. Henry Jekyll’s voice from a crowd of thousands while everyone in all of East London could simultaneously groan when they heard the voice of one Edward Hyde. While their behaviour and looks could go back and forth in similarities, their voices were always different, and very much so.

Which made one Rachel Pidgley even more confused as the blond man strutted around the kitchen with a near-perfect imitation of the doctor’s voice.

“Look at me! I’m the perfect doctor Jekyll! I’m so much better than everyone else but don’t look at me funny or I’ll die!” The blond man mimicked, putting the tips of his fingers against his chest while bending his back over the kitchen counter that he stood against, “I’m just a Scottish git and an industrial slut, woe is me!”

The cook stared, blinked, and then put the saucepan she had been holding back onto the stovetop. The older man didn’t seem to notice her confusion, however, as he just continued to swoon dramatically on the countertop, completely ignoring the groan that erupted from his shadow at the cheap imitation.

“How’d... How did you do that?” The cook said then suddenly, struck with awe as she furrowed her eyebrows at the blond man. The question seemed to catch Mr. Hyde off-guard, as he stopped his charade and looked back at Rachel.

“What?”

“You sounded exactly like Henry! How’d you do that?”

The older man raised an eyebrow at the cook, before clicking his tongue and grinning.

“We do sound quite alike sometimes, yes?” Mr. Hyde said, his voice right back at mimicking the voice of the doctor. “Rachel, my god, Lanyon looked at me today! Can you imagine? Wow, Lanyon spoke to me today! Wow! Lanyon, oh, take me, my prince charming!” The blond man moaned, placing his hand against his chest as he dramatically swooned over the countertop like a lady whose corset was tight enough to limit her breathing. The imitation quickly broke off, however, as the blond man began to cackle maniacally, almost as if he was trying to mimic a swamp witch instead of the Scotsman.

Despite the insults being aimed at one of her very best friends, the Romani couldn’t help but immediately break down in a mix between snorting and laughing in surprise, clutching the edge of the countertop for support so she wouldn’t fall over. While most of her laughing fit was due to surprise, just processing what the blond man said got her laughing even harder.

“S-stop! I can’t breathe!” She managed to press out between her fit. She could feel her stomach clutching as she desperately tried to calm down, but Hyde’s continued laughter that soon enough went from cackle to a genuine laugh didn’t help the situation at all. Luckily, it only took a few moments before she managed to get her breathing under control, although the giant grin on her lips never left, even though she wheezed a little bit.

“You cannot tell me that it’s not how Jekyll speaks, like, all the time.” The blond man snorted, grinning even more as his shadow facepalmed, even though both counterparts were well aware that Rachel could not see it.

“I never denied it!” She giggled softly, her cheeks rosy from all the laughing as she went back to the cooking, doing her best to control her breathing. “I swear, it sounds exactly like Henry! If I had not known it was you, I’d sworn it would have been him!”

“What tells you that it’s not?” The blond man continued, his voice still a perfect imitation of the doctor. The deep tone and the posh accent of his counterpart slipped off of his tongue like a piece of butter, and in all fairness, it was just as native for him to speak like Jekyll as it was for Jekyll to speak in his Scottish drawl; he felt a home-like familiarity at using the doctor’s voice, even if their natural voices were vastly different, and yet it felt foreign and weird as he had made up his own, East Londonian accent for so long.

“Because I can see you right in front of me, Master Hyde.” The cook huffed, although she never stopped giggling as she began to mix her wooden spatula through the stew that was simmering on the stovetop. “Make up your voice as much as you’d like, but not even you can turn into Henry! That would be downright impossible. Not to mention weird. I can keep one Henry and one Hyde in check, but not two Henrys or two Hydes!”

The blond man continued to snort, although a teasing grin never left his thin lips.

“Oh yeah? And what kind of troubles does little Mr. Perfect give you?” It wasn’t until now that the blond man let go of the accent, although he jumped up and sat down on the countertop he stood against, placing his elbow on his knees and resting his head on his palms as he waited for Rachel’s answer.

“He doesn’t give me trouble, to say. But have you seen that man? He would probably have worked himself to death at this point if it wasn’t for me and Lanyon. Two Henrys? That’s basically a death wish. Not to mention two yous. I can barely keep track of you and all your ruckus. How do you expect me to keep track of two Hydes?” The cook shrugged, although she was then struck by a thought, which just got her to shake her head softly, “Unless, of course, there were two of me, but I’m content with just being one of myself, thank you very much.”

“Can relate to that.” The blond man said, doing a halfway glare towards his shadow who just rolled its eyes. It would have been so much better if he was alone, if he was his own person and not constantly had to share mind and body with a posh, holier-than-thou git, but noooooo, he had to be a part of Jekyll. Ugh

‘Stop complaining, just be happy you exist at all.’ Came the voice of the doctor through their shared mind. Of course, Hyde could not respond right back to the doctor, but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes. ‘Don’t roll your eyes at me! What are you, a toddler?’

“What are you, an annoying git?” The blond man hiss under his breath, glaring at his shadow as he clutched his teeth together. The shadow of Dr. Jekyll merely rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Did you say something?” Rachel then hummed, turning towards the blond man as she could have sworn she had heard him say something.

“Nothing! I said nothing. Must’ve been the wind or somethin’.”

It was not hard to see that the older man was lying through his teeth, literally, and yet Rachel just shrugged a bit to herself before turning back to the food. It wasn’t like she had heard what he had said anyway, and it wasn’t like it was unusual for her to hear the man whispering and muttering to himself whenever he felt like it, too. The blond man was far too weird as it was for such behaviour to concern her.

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Dr. Henry Jekyll loved spending time with the Lodgers, he really did, even if he didn’t often catch himself with enough free time to really sit down in one of the communal areas of the Society, wine glass in hand, and truly spend time with the residents. Today, however, was pretty different.

The light blue duvet of sky and heaven that had covered the city during the day had long since turned into a giant mass of black, consuming the light of London and drenching the town into the late evening. The doctor had stayed inside his office for most of the day, having been flooded with paperwork and dreaded with exhaustion, despite the quite easy night that his counterpart had spent with Rachel the evening before, so the Lodgers took their chance to scoop him up and force him to socialize with them the moment they saw him on the way to the kitchens for a late-evening snack, having skipped dinner tonight too. Henry normally wouldn’t have minded all that much, had he not had thousands of more things to do and had he not had the fact that the Lodgers all turned on him just a few weeks prior fresh on his mind. However, now that the Exhibition was out of the way, the Lodgers took it upon themselves to make it up to their leader... In their own ways.

Currently, the doctor had practically been forced to sit down by one of the larger tables in the game room, where most of the Lodgers who were too restless to sleep could be found playing everything from bar games to poker during the late evenings. He had been graciously blessed with a glass and a bottle of red wine to make up for the fact that he was forced to ignore his work for now, and despite it being quite cheap, he could still feel himself loosen up little by little as the evening went on and he continued to sip on the liquid. At least the atmosphere was pleasant and warm, despite the slight hesitation as he had been forced to join the evening in the beginning, but either the tension had gotten better or he was just drinking more than he realized. The fact that he almost pressed his nose into the wineglass to keep himself from snorting as the alter ego’s spectre flew around the room, making silly faces behind the Lodgers and making cheap imitations out of them seemed to be a good indicator that his facade wasn’t as strong as it normally was, at the very least. The worst part came when his inner demon floated around Mr. Archer, who was sitting quite close to Mr. Bird that particular evening, while making sure to make as obscene noises as possible. The doctor had choked on his wine, his cheeks had flared up and he was quite sure that he almost would have suffocated if he hadn’t regained his breathing so quickly, even if that didn’t stop the blond man from laughing like a maniac while the Lodgers around the doctor immediately got concerned for him.

After a few hours of Hyde doing his best to get the Lodgers convinced that the Scotsman was constantly choking on nothing, and after a few hours of Dr. Jekyll wondering if Hyde was trying to murder him, the evening got rowdier and rowdier as more Lodgers began to pile into the game room and as more of them began to drink. The fact that the doctor was Scottish only got more and more apparent as more time passed, having been the one to drink the most and yet be the least drunk out of the whole group. Yet his cravat laid untied around his neck and his jacket hung lazily on the back of his chair, as the doctor soon ditched the glass and began to sip straight out of his bottle of wine. The other Lodgers were not looking any better, nor could they care any less about the doctor’s appearance, but the doctor was the one that seemed the most collected, mostly because he was only listening to the conversations with half an ear.

“I’m telling you all!” Dr. Helsby said, waving his pint of beer around like a missus waving goodbye to her sea-bound husband with a tissue, “Hyde’s like... He’s like... What’s it called?... A quisby!”

After the fire that had broken out during the battle with Moreau a few weeks prior, it was clear that the Lodgers -while they didn’t necessarily hate Mr. Edward Hyde- were pretty upset about the whole ordeal, which was obvious, as Dr. Helsby’s drunken slurring soon was met with murmurs and nods of agreement.

“Yeah!” Peeped Mr. Sinnett, whose face was just as sooty as it normally was, “Why’d you even hire him, Jekyll?”

At suddenly being addressed, the doctor let out a soft huff of surprise before he focused his attention on the question and the actual conversation, despite getting caught quite off-guard, although he still took a moment to take another sip from his wine before answering anyway.

“I had my reasons.” Was all that he said, leaning back on his chair before unbuttoning the first few buttons on his collar. If he would have been sober, he probably would have been horrified by the thought of getting confronted about Hyde and being this open with the Lodgers, but honestly, his collar felt tight and it wasn’t like he was all that drunk, anyway, “Sadly, there is not much any of us can do about it. So just let it be.”

“Are you not tired of him, though?” Miss Lavender spoke up, standing in a corner a bit further away from the table together with Virginia Ito, Miss Flowers and Mrs. Cantilupe, all four of them drinking tea rather than alcohol... Although Henry couldn’t be sure if it was actually tea and not a disguise for something, “you keep complaining about him and all the things he gets up to. Who don’t you just fire him?”

“It's complicated.”

“Ohhh, we see how it is.” Mr. Pennebrygg mused, resting his elbow on the table with his head on his palm as he watched the doctor, “You and Hyde are hiding something.”

“Keep dreaming, Pennebrygg. Just because half of this lot thinks Dr. Jekyll and Hyde are a thing doesn’t make it logical, much less true.” Huffed Ito, rolling her eyes as she refilled her teacup.

“How else would you explain it then, Ms. Smartass?” Pennebrygg shot back immediately, glaring back at the junior neo-alchemist, who glared right back at the man.

“I... Uh... What are you two on about? Should I be concerned?” The doctor suddenly spoke up, cowering a bit in his seat. He had, frankly, no idea what accusations got thrown around right now and he was honestly sure that he didn’t want to know either. The laughing that echoed through his head as his alter ego began to cackle didn’t help his worries, either.

“Nothin’ to worry about, my good man!” Mr. Luckett quipped, patting the doctor’s back since he was sitting right next to him. The alcohol in almost everyone’s bloodstreams really shined through right now, and it was not hard for anyone to see as Mr. Luckett continued to almost violently pat the doctor’s back.

“O...Kay. Either way, I can assure everyone that if I could, I would get rid of Mr. Hyde-”

‘Lies! You’d never get rid of me, doctor.’

“-Because, frankly, he’s been getting on my nerves.”

“Oooh, what has poor lil’ Edward done to get on the good doctor’s nerves, huh?” Mr. Mosley hummed, and despite still wearing his goggles and his mask, the doctor could certainly see the teasing look that the younger Lodger was giving him.

“Existing, for an instance. Not to mention that he takes my gracious hospitality for granted.” The doctor sneered softly, glaring down at the reflection of Hyde in his wine glass, although only for a split second so that no one would notice. “Not an ounce of gratitude in that man. I give him what I can offer and he throws it to the road and is just downright rude to me.” The soft groan of complaint that rose in his throat was clear in his words and his voice, although he still did his best to block out his mind so he wouldn’t have to listen to Hyde anymore.

“Oh yeah, what does he say, then? Can’t be worse than Frankenstein.” Remarked an, surprisingly, almost sympathetic Mr. Tweedy. It was a rare case to see Henry so open and actually speaking about Hyde, so it was not surprising that most of the Lodgers took advantage of that. Not to mention that it was quite rare to see Henry speak so negatively about someone.

“For instance,” the doctor started, clearing his throat to give his best imitation of the ‘younger’ man, “It usually starts as something like ‘Jekyll, by god, are you seriously doing paperwork again? Don’t you have a life and things to do?’, then it turns into something like; ‘Aww, Dr. Jekyll is busy? Can’t do what he wants to? Oh wow, woe is you!’, and then he starts up again with; ‘Poor little Dr. Jekyll, the aristocracy’s favourite puppet. While you go to fancy banquets trying to keep the Society alive, I am the Spirit of London at Night, the debauchery and desires of all of mankind!’, and the cycle repeats.” The doctor groaned, not noticing that the movement around him stopped and all the Lodgers looked at him. Or, well, he didn’t notice for more than just a moment, before he furrowed his eyebrows and looked over the crowd. “What?”

“You sounded exactly like him!” Mr. Archer gasped, “I swear, I almost thought that he had broken in right here and now or something!”

‘Lies! I sound nothing like that!’

“Yeah! Wait, say something more!” Mr. Sinnett added, suddenly watching the doctor with great interest. As if controlled by a hive-mind, most of the other Lodgers followed suit and focused -to the best of their ability, at least- at the doctor.

“Uh...” The doctor hesitated for a second, before clearing his throat. Technically, this would be a great way to get back at Hyde for yesterday... So he quickly put on a grin and continued to mimic his alter ego, although a lot more mockingly this time, “Oh wow, look at me, I’m Edward Hyde! I’m an annoying git and a brat, don’t tell me what to do, I’m the spirit of London at night!”

No one could be sure if it was the alcohol, the late evening which more or less was just an early night by now, or Henry’s actual mimicking of the blond man that got them to laugh so hard but the room soon erupted in howls of laughter. It sounded exactly like Hyde, although with a much whinier voice, and yet hearing the insults in such a way just got the drunkards of the Society to roar with laughter. The doctor was quite sure that he could even hear Mr. Griffin wheezing somewhere in the corner.

“Do it again! Do it again!”

“My name is Edward 'yde, butcher's hook a' me funny an' I’ll kill you wi'h my bare mitts! who are you lookin a'? 'aH DARE YOU CALL ME SHORT?”

‘JekYLL I SWEAR-’

More roars of laughter. Even those who weren’t drunk, such as the misses by the tea table, began to almost shriek with laughter at the doctor’s perfect imitation. No one was sure if it was the words, the voice, the accent or the fact that it was Dr. Henry Jekyll who was dragging Hyde through the mud that made it so funny. Truth be told, it was most likely the alcohol in the end. At least that’s what was most affecting Dr. Jekyll, who couldn’t help but to laugh along too, especially when Lil’ Mister Hyde in his head kept complaining and whining.

“How do you do that?” Miss Lavender then asked, being the first one to calm down from her fits of giggles. The doctor just grinned brightly and almost smugly.

“I guess I might just have heard enough of his voice to mimic it.” He shrugged, although he then snorted softly and continued to make up his voice, tilting his head from side to side as he made his voice extra whiney, just to annoy his counterpart, “Oh my god, I 'ave 'o stay inside faw 'wo weeks cause I’ll ge' arrested o'herwise? dis is 'errible! 'ah dare you expec' me 'o no' wan' 'o ge' absolu'ely murdered by 'he copper because I li' an en'ire neighbourhood on fire!”

Despite it not being all that funny, the drunkest of the Lodgers continued to laugh. Miss Lavender just shook her head and tooted softly but not even she could hide the smile that was on her lips. Not even she could remember the last time they had seen their Henry Jekyll so happy and open with them, which said a lot because she was one of the longest staying residents of the Society for Arcane Sciences. Even then, she wasn’t complaining at all. Although she definitely could complain about the amount of noise that erupted from the table with the Lodgers who were drinking as all of them began to pile on requests of things for Henry to say in Hyde’s voice, ranging from words to bizarre phrases to things she would not want to recall.

Of course, it was much quieter for them than it was for Henry, who was currently getting thoroughly chewed out by the spectre that was currently floating around the room, incredibly pissed at getting mocked like this, and yet the doctor didn’t even acknowledge him. He just continued to smile and laugh and mock his counterpart, much to the Lodgers amusement.

They both might be grown men -or even the same man, depending on how you saw it- but it was obvious that neither of them were above making fun of the other.

After all, what was some bickering but mockings and mimicking?

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(Translation: ‘My name is Edward Hyde, look at me funny and I’ll kill you with my bare hands! Who are you looking at? How dare you call me short!’

‘Oh my god, I have to stay inside for two weeks because I’ll get arrested otherwise? That’s terrible! How dare you expect me to not want to get absolutely murdered by the police because I lit an entire neighbourhood on fire!”

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